And we the southtown generals Diego Don Originals hitman for hire, made wiseguys untouchable border bandits, running the streets and the canvas we live and direct, no reruns, that's what's happening,Blow up the mannequin, better go ask your friends again, terror in their eyes when they tell you "Here comes the mask again,"No time for for talkin, dig the hole for the coffin, it's no mystery rey he's the dead man walking,(El dia delos muertos), say a prayer for the livin, ask god to take my soul in case I go unforgivin,(One shot), two kills you don't belive me now you will, and that's the realest deal homie since Jesus' last meal.